With such a long travel, the male yawned. It was getting late and it was time to rest. While he wouldn't mind partying with others, he'll have to sit this one out. He then walks over to his vacant cottege and rest up for the night.

Ryieahna smiled at Diabolus's offer to stay above the tavern with her. She considered, and figured a tavern would at least be a hair warmer than the hay loft with company if nothing else. She figured she could still offer herself as a stable girl to whoever claimed the barn as she gathered her things and hopped over to the tavern, slipping into a cot in the corner. It seemed the previous owner whoever it might have been, didn't like to share their bed, what a shame. Sharing is so much fun. She smiled at the sleeping Dia as she went down to make sure she locked the door behind her before curling up and going to sleep herself.

Trieste found Remiel with his shirt off, working on the thatched roof of his cottage. It wasn't very big, but it was warm and cozy:

He looked up as she approached, slurring, and grinned toothily. "That sure is a big badge you got there, Sheriff," he swooned, affecting the part of the damsel in distress. Finishing the thatch, he hopped down, helping her into the cottage. Soon smoke billowed from the brick chimney as the moon appeared, as the crickets chirped the chorus to a lonely owl's solo song, and Remiel prepared to show Trieste exactly what he could do with his "golden tongue." For all night, if necessary.

Looks like I'll be on my tod once again. Sure can get lonely in a drafty old smithy. Perhaps, if I assemble a barbie overnight I can entice a few people over tomorrow for some fresh, hot snags or steak sandwiches. I'll need to check my stock of brown and red sauce. Some prawns would be nice, but doubt there are any in anyone's pantry. I can always check around.

By the time they were done with cleaning the small bakery, Izu had run out of powers and when Ryven placed a plate with freshly baked muffins in front of him to eat them for dinner, the boy's head fell on the table and he dozed away...

Why Xandi - Thank-you. I would love to join you for dinner. May I bring dessert and a nice red or would you prefer white? Would you like a sticky with dessert? Perhaps a Muscat or a Tokay? A port or do you prefer a botrytis?

Country, it is very generous of you to offer dessert and wine. I like white if you have it. I am so pleased you can come over Country. Would you like to walk back with me now or do you have things to attend to first?

Night was beginning to fall and Xandi did not like the thought of being out in this new place after dark.

Fair Xandi - how could I leave you to walk home alone. Give me a tic while I collect some brandied pears and a chilled bottle of white. Pinot Gris? I could use a bit of sluice if you can wait, and I'll get out of my grotty singlet.

Pixi made her way into the town, having been held up in getting there. She looked around, seeing what places were taken and what places were still available. Of course, she had to pay a visit to the bakery of all places at least, so she set off down the road in that direction.

Opening the door, she entered carefully, looking around. "Ryven? Izu?" she called out, wanting to see if either man was around. Finally spotting Izu passed out on the counter, she approached carefully, wondering if she should wake him.

Why Xandi, could there be anything more important than to protect you and keep you safe. But would just one night be sufficient? Surely, I should bring my bag of toys. The amusement can then be prolonged so much longer, and toys, when used with discipline, can create such diversions, that you might not even notice the dark. Then again, you could always hide your eyes, and would never notice the dark.